Salt Lake evening Democrat. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1885-1887, 1887-01-13

OF his transformation, and. i'm spite or hi.
suillIeg I he could not help laughing
charcoal, " said he, wiping his face
That must have been the reason why
could not breathe and my eyes hurt me
so much. "
The two much bruised men were in
fact standing in the middle of n nile Of
black dust, and it was to this bed Of soft
combustible matter that they owed the
not being killed by their fall.
Good that is an excellent sign - said
the heroic chevalier; elf heaven had NOT
protected us, we should not have fallen
on this soft bed"
III did not prevent you from being
injured, sir, and you are suffering mar
tyIdom."
"lf | could but press my arm To my
side, should suffer less pain. feel as
though | had hundred-pound WEIGHT
tied to my shoulder"
Wait" said Cassonade, placing his
candle upon the pile of charcoal.
And taking long wooden scarf from
ms neck-a present from the amiable
Petronille-he tied the arm to the cheva-
liers body with great care.
IL.
AS soon as Cambremer stood up, they
began to examine the place where they
found themselves.
They found wall about six feet from
where they stood. The "cellar-rat' did
not give much light, and but a limited
space could be explored by its help.
They saw, however, that the cellar
was closed in on one side by PEBBLE
stone wall, which appeared to be very
old, while, on the other, it extended out
of sight.
AS for the height Of the vault, it was
impossible to measure it with the eve :;
Tor the faint light Of the candle did not
pierce the surrounding darkness.
The trap had evidently closed after
having given way under their tread, for
not ray of light came through.
" We are at the end Of gallery, which
begins Immediately below the hall by
which we entered the house." said the
cheyalier; eve must now find out
whittier it leads
"To the devil, most likely" muttered
Cassonade
eve shall see. Come on'
And Cambremer began to follow the
wall i'll the direction to that opposite to
that whiclt-he had taken at first.
"But you cannot 60 80 far, sir" said
Cassonade; "this road seems to me to
lead to the Catacombs, and when we
have gone hundred feet underground
we shall be no better off than we are
now"
"And what should we accomplish by
remaining here, my poor fellow"
Nothing, perhaps; but by remaining
under the hall OF the house we have still
a chance of being heard ii we call out"
DO not think OF such thing. To call
out would be to miss our aim, and pro-
badly would ruin us. If our cries should
be heard, one of two things will happen:
either this man will suspect danger and
will fly, or he will come with other cut
throats like himself to murder us here"
"Upon my word, sir" replied the
sagacious Cassonade, 81 should prefer
that to being starved to death in this
hideous vault
Cambremer reflected for Il moment.
He was naturally inclined to prefer the
risk of violent measures to a slow and
painful death. But the idea OF succeed
ing in his visit to NJ. Biroulas was too
tempting for him to neglect any means
before going to that extreme.
He had 50 great faith in the letter
from M. Joseph, that he still hoped to
surprise the man who protected himself
by laying traps; but Cassonade did not
share these illusions.
eve shall have time enough to call for
help after we have explored the cave"
said the chevalier. "rake one OF my
pistols from my left-hand pocket. | will
take the other, and in case we meet with
any antagonist, we shall be able to de-
fend ourselves"
The squire obeyed with sigh, and
soon, as well as his master, he had
weapon in his hand.
At this m oment sharp sound was
heard above their heads, and human
body appeared, which fell at their feet
ITO be COntinued.)